Beautiful Life in Little New Zealand..

This was taken a while ago now… a very funny day in Raro. My hubby has this thing where he HATES pooping in public toilets. Hates it. I can’t comprehend this myself – for me even if its a bit hoary, if you’ve gotta go, you’ve gotta go. But him, nope.

So we had just double-dinked on a scooter 25 minutes around the island from our resort to this great beach, and he turns to me and goes, ‘I need to go back.” I was like, “You What?” He’s like, “I have to poop.” I was like, “You have GOT to be kidding me.” Anyway, long argument short, we tried unsuccessfully to find him a ‘nice’ toilet in a nearby hotel to no avail, and he (with plenty of dirty looks and huffy walking) ended up having to use a toilet behind a church. He was there for some time, and in the meantime I walked down to the beach and took this shot, among others. It’s a beautiful spot, but I can’t see it without thinking of dear hubby and his dunny woes. lol. Heartless, yes.